Ahnciel had been about to accept the offer for refreshments, curious of their culture and its view of food as well as the idea of maybe getting more water out of it, but it was quickly shut down by Jericho. With a sigh, he nodded to Reuben, assuming they'd eventually be allowed a more proper setting in which to work. A soft whirr rose from their mechanical arm, the fine fingers inside of the 'skinning' kit cycling through the tools; bits, magnets and a few small 'manual' tools chime against the selectors like tiny bells. It was a bit primitive, but with no gaps in the short succession, Ahnciel was certain he had all of the tools he needed.

They were broken from concentrating on their check as the door slid open and they were introduced to the large human by the name of 'Rudolf'. Alone, they met the description of the old human classifications. Heavy though deceptively kindly in demeanor. However, what truly worried Ahnciel was the beast that followed them into the room. The aylven skinner was no stranger to ghastly sights, given the abhorrent forms of his previous keepers, though he grew pale at the sight of massive creature from which machinations of perceivably sinister intent sprouted or sat fixed to its form. The creature within the metal was nothing that he'd ever seen, and it didn't help that he couldn't tell where beast ended and steel began.

Par's introduction of the man did little to ease Ahnciel as he visibly shook, taking a few steps back and instinctively lowered himself in an attempt to become less noticeable even as GG approached. Up close, it seemed almost as if it had been grown into the metal in some sort of parody of the Aylven 'keepers', only it was more like an animal and crafted with a disquieting grace. The implied intent and deliberate structure of the living weapon openly laughing in the face of the Aylv's 'nightmare machine' and any one of its children.

Ahnciel lifted his arms to defend himself from its approach as it leaned in to sniff him. Its muzzle bumped against them with just enough to nudge him off balance and to the ground with a frightened yip. It tilted its head at the moment of Rudolf assuring that it was a 'pussycat', or whatever that meant to Ahnciel, he swallowed hard and lifted his good hand to shakily reach out to it. Being met with another 'snuff' as his hand neared its massive head, he jumped, scrambling up the nearby Reuben's back and perching on their shoulder while almost incoherently whimpering something about how 'Eit vahnts zeh blood in my veins!'

"Vaht iz eit!?" he barked in horrified confusion, wrapping his arms around Reuben's helmet to steady himself.